You can't accuse Cameron of not having front. Anyone else faced with presenting a failed deal that will achieve the square root of damn-all, leaves us at the mercy of unelected bureaucrats who despise democracy and will open our borders to millions of migrants from Africa and Asia Minor while costing us each at least £3,000 a year may have shown some reluctance in their offer. But not Cameron. He rolled up his sleeves and was soon spreading Turtle wax on that turd, polishing cloth in hand.
And no, despite now living in an EU country other than the UK, I'll be voting 'Leave' without much fear. If it succeeds there's not going to be any great mass movements of the 800,000 Poles living in the UK or the 800 Brits living in Poland or the 300,000 Kermits living in London. Not that I have any great confidence that 'Leave' will win; closer to June we'll have a lot of scaremongering of the 'Vote Leave and you'll never be allowed to have another holiday in Spain' variety. The Evening Standard will splash a 'Wine to double in price if Brexit' headline on the front page and the BBC will run a whole season of 'Panorama' with images of impoverished Brits scraping the gutter for potato peelings whilst Johnny Kermit lights his dinner table candles with a used fiver. Big business is not about to see its consumer-proles exercise any sort of democratic control.
So welcome to slavery, folk. The only reasonable option now is to make one's personal slavery as painless as possible.